Five minutes later, 'awkward' reared its ugly, vicious head once again. Seth, the one who suggested our current position, had moved to the couch and was sitting directly above us, thoroughly amused at Ethan's uncertainty, and watching intently with his chin in his hands as Ethan tried to settle his body on top of mine. We went from me in Ethan's lap, to me lying on my back against Ethan's shaggy, white carpet. I still had my skirt on, but it was bunched up at my waist, exposing my skull and cross designed white underwear. This moment had potential in that it could've been one of the most erotic moments of my life... if only Ethan would keep his elbows to himself.
I giggled under him as he tried once again, this time his elbow catching my just as ticklish side. Ethan pulled back scowling as he settled his weight on his knees. He reached forward to grip my thighs, trying to push them apart so he could rest against me. This started a completely new bout of laughter as the feel of his fingers digging into my flesh tickled more.
"Would you stop?" Ethan asked with exasperation. "I don't remember you being this ticklish," he added with a deep scowl.
I tried to hold in my laughter, knowing his flustered expression had nothing to do with being turned on. It was one of those situations that would go down in history as crazy. Really, 'awkward' is what it was and this—giggling inappropriately—was how I reacted to it. Although I got the better end of the deal, I think. Lying on my back while Ethan tried to find a comfortable position... the situation alone was enough to get me going again.
It was almost a gawd awful shame Ethan didn't see the humor in it. If it wasn't so indecent I'd send it to one of those funny shows. We'd win the grand prize. Ethan would've seen it if he wasn't so flustered, but it wasn't in my nature to let something like this go. I could do comic relief as well as the next person, and especially better than Seth.
"Oh, mm, right there, baby." I managed a fake moan before a snort of laughter escaped.
Seth chuckled and Ethan scowled. Not the result I'd been wanting, but it would do. I quickly turned my head to the side, my cheek pressing into the carpet as I gasped for breath between laughter and the occasional cough.
"Well, I'm glad you two find this amusing," Ethan said.
"Cassie," Seth mumbled, his tone reprimanding, but amused all-at-once as he shook his head. He made a quick gesture towards Ethan. "Ethan, take your jeans off, show her the goods. Maybe she'll get more serious."
I instantly sobered. Ooh. Good idea!
Ethan pulled back, steadying himself on his knees, his hands placed at his hips. "If I'm taking the rest of my clothes off so are you," he said.
Whoa! Two for one. Hooray!
"Yeah Seth, take it all off!" I giggled and lifted my gaze towards him. "Don't be shy. I promise I'll talk to your face and not your chest!"
"Actually, Cassie, I was talking to you," Ethan said.
"I-" I started. "Oh, fine. I see how you are," I teased, smirking up at the both of them as I pushed myself up onto my elbows. "Seth still has to take his stuff off too. Now, strip... the both of you!" I clucked my tongue and crinkled my nose into a scowl to rival all scowls when neither of them moved. "Well?"
"I wanted to wait. See how Ethan responded to you without me whispering dirty words into his ear. Without me naked, but fuckin-a if that wasn't a hot little speech," Seth said and whipped his shirt off his head, throwing it at my face.
His warmth clung to the gray material. Resisting the urge to smash it into my face for a better whiff, I balled the shirt up and threw it back. He dodged it easily. I made a 'tsk' noise and sat up fully, bringing my face and upper body closer to Ethan's. His eyes widened, but he didn't move. "I think you're right, Seth, maybe I should try first."
"Try what?" Ethan asked.
Yes what, Cassie? My thoughts were mean to me, but I barely knew what I meant either.
"To-um- to turn you on, Ethan, without Seth getting involved," I paused, but clung to that idea. "Your lack of response to me is the perfect opportunity for practice. I just want an excuse to start touching—" I stopped mid-sentence, blinking away the sudden cloud of confusion that caused a film to cover my eyes.
Did I just say that out loud?
Ethan chuckled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "You're so sure I won't respond to you? Maybe I would if you just stopped giggling!"
I pinched my cheeks to keep from smiling and then shifted, scooting away from him to get back on my butt. "Okay, I'm serious now. Tell me what to do."
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Uh," was all he managed before turning to look at Seth.
"Don't look at me," Seth said, holding his hands up. "This is gonna be hot as hell."
"Voyeur," I mumbled accusingly.
Seth chuckled and turned his attention to me. "Was that supposed to be an insult?"
I shrugged and glanced down at the floor, running my fingers through the shaggy carpet, noting that the light atmosphere was shifting. "So, tell me what to do."
I wasn't completely ignorant in that department, but some part of me, the Evil!Cassie if you will, wanted me to hear Ethan say it. I licked my lips as Ethan cleared his throat, glanced at Seth once more to make sure he wasn't going to supply some information, and then turned his attention back towards me. "Well, first I think I should get better acquainted with the female body before you even try. Outside of Human Anatomy class, I'm clueless."
"Hey, that's cheating!" I made the accusation, but I didn't care.
Lub-dub, lub-dub – I can hear you, my heart! It was about to explode out of my chest. He wants to touch me! Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me! I wanna be diii-rty!
"Cassie?"
"Sorry, I had a Rocky Horror moment! You can touch me anywhere you want," I said, trying to ignore the clamminess of my palms. I licked my bottom lip again, avoiding eye contact as my leg jiggled with anticipation.
Ethan shrugged casually. "Skin contact is stimulating to anyone and well, I've never really touched naked breasts before so I think we should start there."
Boy did he talk good foreplay. My inner voice had perfected sarcasm a long time ago, but hell if his words weren't working on my body regardless. I raised an eyebrow and turned my attention back to my best friend, searching his shockingly green eyes, hoping he wouldn't comment on my blushing face. "Are you sure you're not a closeted straight guy? Why is it always the boobs? If I didn't know for a fact you were gay, I'd say you were trying to cop a feel or—or that you don't want me to touch you."
With an eye roll of mock frustration, Ethan reached forward and tugged at the hem of my shirt. It stretched before bouncing back, exposing part of my stomach. "Take your shirt off, Cassie," he said.
I exhaled. "I'm kind of flat-chested," I said in warning as I went for the hem of my t-shirt.
"You're fine," Ethan said.
"Tell us something we don't know," Seth said at the same time.
Warranting that with a snarl wouldn't do anything, so I ignored him and focused on my breathing so I wouldn't pass out. "I just mean... that um... I'm your first boob job. I'm not really up to standards with a good boobage grope, you know?"
"Wait, I'm sorry, I have to interrupt," Seth cackled. "To be clear, what he's about to do is not a boob job. We'll cover that another time."
"Are you being dirty?" I asked, plunking my hands on my hips.
Seth made a wide gesture with even wider eyes. "Hello! Look at what we're doing!"
"Fine, and I know what a boob job is! Lord knows I need one," I mumbled glancing down at my barely sized B bra cupped breasts.
"It's not plastic surgery! I thought you said you've watched porn before."
I gave Seth a 'well-duh' look. "I have. I just don't usually watch it with girls in it."
Seth perked up. "You watch gay men porn?"
I shrugged my shoulders as my answer.
Seth slammed a hand dramatically over his chest. "A girl after my own heart!"
Ethan, choosing to ignore our childish banter, frowned and he dropped his head slightly, trying to make eye contact with me. He reached forward and petted my hair. "Cassie, I've seen you naked before. You do not need a boob job."
"If you won't, I will!" Seth said with a laugh. "I'm half hard now if you want to start. You'll still have to take your shirt off though."
I think it was then that I finally caught on to what he was saying and my eyes widened in his direction. "Oh. I think I'd like you to do that to me too," I mumbled it more as an afterthought than an actual 'yes' answer. "But first, I need to learn how to give a blowjob!"
"No, first we need you to take your shirt off," Ethan interrupted. "Teach me all I need to know about your girl parts, about what you like, and I'm sure Seth will be very hands-on helping me learn. Cassie, I've always admired your body." Ethan paused, giving me a soft smile before he continued, "You're petite and curvy and... you have nothing to worry about, okay?"
I bit my lip, wanting to express to him with my eyes the gratitude I was feeling for him at that moment.
"Hello?" Seth said, waving his hands to gain our attention back.
Ethan took a gulping breath and released it before he moved forward, his cheek so close it was almost brushing mine. I swallowed, my eyes darting as I searched his face. When I felt his warm fingertips brush against my abdomen as he started pushing the hem of my shirt up, I leaned backward, instinctively feeling the need to watch him strip me of my protection.
Eventually, as my shirt got higher and Ethan's fingertips became his palms, flat against my sides, it became too hard to watch. So I turned my chin into my shoulder to focus on Seth instead, but he no longer had jokes to offer and soon I realized Seth's intense gaze wasn't any easier. I lifted my arms, letting Ethan slip the shirt completely off of me. My chin dropped, looking down to see my chest and shoulders splotched red from embarrassment. My simple cotton bra cupped my breasts, decorated with a tiny pink bow, and I felt the urge to squish my arms tight to my sides to give my breasts more volume but stopped myself at the last minute. This was Ethan and Seth. They didn't need me to act that way.
"I never thought I'd think a miniature pink bow was so sexy," Seth said just next to my ear.
I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat, wondering when he'd gotten behind me again. His warm moist breath against my neck caused my thighs to tremble. His and Ethan's proximity was making it harder to breathe. When I felt Seth's hands slide up my bareback, and the kiss Ethan placed underneath my ear before moving to my face, it was almost too much.
I was going to pass out.
Sensory overload. Warning. Warning.
"Cassie, just breathe," Ethan whispered against my cheek.